My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

After the deity disappeared, a long silence followed beneath the ancient tree.

It wasn't the brief silence between battles, but a silence that followed being overwhelmed by a massive amount of information, leaving everyone speechless.

A dozen or so demigods stood still, some still looking up at the sky and forgetting to look down, others unaware that their weapons had fallen from their hands.

A massive rift stretched across the sky amidst the fading moonlight, its edges swirling with multicolored rays of light, interwoven in layers like a torn, rainbow-colored scar.

Nothing could be seen inside the crack; only the light of the laws surged, collided, and merged at the edge.

Occasionally, a few wisps of residual law would spill out from the cracks and land on the canopy of the Elf Forest, instantly turning a branch into crystals.

Lin Mo frowned, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

Yin Xue flew up from his shoulder, her small wings flapping weakly. Her red hair was messed up by the residual waves of law from when the god descended, but she was too lazy to fix it.

She looked at Lin Mo's clenched fist and sighed.

"It seems you're no longer gaining experience points from killing enemies."

Before Lin Mo could speak, a burst of delighted laughter suddenly erupted from the other side of the ancient tree.

"Does this mean we don't have to die?!"

The one speaking was the dark-skinned demon demigod who had been brought back by the tentacles of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon.

He had only recently awakened from the illusion, and the fear on his face had not yet completely faded, but a wildly joyful smile of relief had already spread across his lips.

"Hahaha, great! Did you hear that? The gods themselves said it! Lin Mo can't kill us now! He's lost his experience points! His laws are too weak for the gods to notice! So we're safe now..."

A flash of sword light.

The black sword slashed into his left shoulder and out through his right rib, cutting his laughter and his body in two.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the flesh at the cut was instantly solidified by the eerie light from the black sword, without a single drop of blood spilling out.

The two halves of the corpse slid from between the tentacles of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon, hitting the grass with a dull thud.

"It seems so."

Lin Mo sheathed his black sword, his tone as calm as if he had just casually swatted a mosquito.

He didn't even glance at the two halves of the corpse on the ground.

Yin Xue seemed to have expected this, and was not surprised at all. He just looked at the crack above his head and continued to analyze.

"According to God... according to Gao Yang, to continue leveling up, you need sufficient power of law. That rift is similar to a secret realm. Do you plan to go there?"

Lin Mo shook his head.

"I want to try other methods first."

"What method?"

"Crystallization of Divine Essence"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo flicked his black sword.

The eerie light emanating from the black sword suddenly surged, and the invisible soul patterns on the sword simultaneously lit up, causing the space in the direction the sword's tip was pointing to slightly distort.

Tens of thousands of souls surged from the sword, like a reversed, dark blue waterfall rushing into the night sky.

The torrent of souls swept across the canopy of the Elf Forest, past the tentacles of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon, and over the multicolored crack in the sky, before abruptly stopping directly in front of it.

Without hesitation, tens of thousands of souls turned around simultaneously, faced the crack, and then stepped inside in unison.

The multicolored light of the laws swallowed their outlines, and the iridescent light at the edge of the crack surged briefly before returning to its original state.

"Let them scout ahead first. I'll go there if there's really no other way."

Yin Xue shrugged.

"Alright."

At that moment, a dark green figure walked up from the roots of the ancient tree.

Ailin straightened his robes, put the Sun Bow back into his storage artifact, and walked barefoot across the grass covered in dragon blood, stopping in front of Lin Mo.

His actions were so solemn that it didn't seem like he was facing a human who was not even a demigod.

He placed his right hand on his left chest, bowed slightly, and his long, silvery hair slipped down his shoulders.

This is the highest courtesy shown by the Elven race. The last time a foreigner received such treatment in the Elven Forest was three thousand years ago, before Iron Rift led the allied forces to conquer the realm of the gods.

"If you need any help from the elves, just ask. We will go through fire and water for you."

Lin Mo glanced at him and nodded slightly.

"Um."

Just one word.

There were no small talk, no thanks, no polite phrases like "the friendship of the elves is invaluable."

……

Not far away, El stood on the city wall, his light silver-green armor reflecting the moonlight.

He had been frozen in place, still in the bow-drawing posture, for who knows how long.

He had been watching from the city wall since Hong Yuan charged forward, watching Hong Yuan die, watching Lin Mo line up to kill demigods, watching gods descend and then disappear, and watching his grandfather give Lin Mo the highest salute.

The bow and arrow in his hand had long been released from its string, but his fingers remained in the position of holding the bowstring, his joints stiff as if someone had acupunctured him.

He witnessed his grandfather perform the highest elven greeting on the black-robed human.

His grandfather, Erin, the previous Elf King, one of the strongest demigods on the continent, and a living legend of the Elf race, bowed to Lin Mo.

It was not a diplomatic nod, nor a polite bow; it was the highest form of bow, a gesture of respect reserved only for the kings of the Elven race.

He heard Lin Mo's reply, which consisted of only one word.

Ok.

It sounded like an elder responding to a younger person, or a superior acknowledging a subordinate, but it didn't seem like respect for the previous Elf King.

What's even more absurd is that his grandfather's expression upon hearing the word was neither anger nor embarrassment.

Rather, it was a heartfelt sense of relief, as if a mission had been accomplished.

El slowly closed his mouth, which had been open involuntarily.

He decided that from today onwards, he would never comment on Lin Mo again.

No matter what Lin Mo does in the Elf Forest in the future, even if he chops up the Tree of Life for firewood, he will only say "Awesome".

……

"Since you've gone home, you can stay here. I don't need your help for now."

Lin Mo said to the Star Elf couple.

The two looked pleasantly surprised.

The Star Elf King bowed his head in gratitude: "Thank you for your kindness. On behalf of the Star Elf race, I express my thanks to you."

The Star Elf Queen also bowed to Lin Mo with gratitude.

Lin Mo nodded upon seeing this and then turned around.

His black robe billowed in the night wind, his sword slung over his shoulder, and he walked unhurriedly toward the outskirts of the Elf Forest.

The tentacles of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon parted to the sides as he passed, creating a straight passage for him.

Under the ancient tree, a dozen or so demigods looked at each other in bewilderment.

Dracula glanced at Lin Mo's departing figure, then at the slowly flowing crack of law in front of him.

"So what are we now...?"

Sag glanced at him: "We're lucky we survived."

……

On the desolate wilderness, Lin Mo headed towards the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

At this moment, Lin Mo was covered in blood, and his steps were somewhat unsteady.

Mianmian sat on his shoulder, looking at Lin Mo with heartache.

"Dad... Dad, let's rest for a bit."

Lin Mo turned to look at her: "It's okay, I don't want to waste time."

He continued walking forward as he spoke.

Yin Xuefei sighed from the side: "Three, two, one."

As soon as he finished speaking, the time it took for Yin Xue to lend Lin Mo the power was up.

The mental energy that was originally enough to support Lin Mo was instantly drained.

thump.

Lin Mo collapsed headfirst onto the barren plain, sending dust flying everywhere.

Yin Xue shook his head: "You rascal, sigh..."

Bound to Lin Mo's soul, she knew perfectly well how unwilling Lin Mo was at this moment.

He was just one step away from reaching level 100, but Gao Yang intervened and stopped him.

No one would give up so easily.